George
February 2019
George came from New York City to the islands, jumped in my two seat Ford Ranger, and we headed to the nearest fruit stand. We saw some horses in the jungle and hung out on the beach. He sat in some mud in his brand new white levi’s, he told me about the Big City, and then he met all my friends and we had dinner together. By the end of the day, he was planning his trip back. That’s the story of the reverse George of the Jungle.
